The same company which produced A Farewell To Arms... a week later presents us with a lemon called Madame Butterfly, an ancient story made duller by labored humor and a creaking, revamped manuscript.

Don't go looking for much Puccini in this adaptation of the rather sad tale of "Madame Butterfly". Sylvia Sidney picks up the fan as the young geisha girl who encounters American sailor "Pinkerton" (Cary Grant) after the war. Rather cynically, his pal "Barton" (Charles Ruggles) informs him that he can pretty much have his way with the girl so long as he "marries" her beforehand and then she automatically becomes divorced afterwards when he gets on with his life Stateside. "Pinkerton" isn't quite so nasty, but when assured that "Cho-Cho San" will also just get on with things too, then a night of fun and fancy ensues. His departing comments to the girl hearten/mislead her by saying he will be back before the robin builds it's next nest. Well a visit to the US consul after his sailing makes matters works for the girl as he tells her that happens in the US every three years. He meant well! It's around then that he returns to Japan with a new bride (Shiela Terry) with both completely oblivious to the fact that there is now also a child - "Suzuki". "Pinkerton" does want to go and see her but he is unaware that she has waited patiently for his return and, well, the story takes quite a tragic turn when truths are told. This is not the liveliest presentation of this story with the staccato accents not really helping; Grant doesn't really impose himself and the pacing is distinctly ponde…

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